"He's sure some on the wrestle!" exclaimed Aaron Lloyd.
"Second fall," announced Clancy crisply. "Two straight for Chip Merriwell, and he wins."
Frank, breathing a little hard, hurried to kneel at Blunt's side.
"Didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked anxiously.
Blunt sat up and stared at him, smiling wrathfully, and his jet-black eyes two points of flame.
"No, you didn't hurt me," he answered. "I'm all rawhide and whalebone, and it isn't in you to hurt me. Confound you, I'll get you at something or other yet. Want to spar with bare knuckles?"
"Not to-day," Frank answered. "A bargain is a bargain, Blunt. I won this set-to in a couple of straight falls. Now, tell me what you know about Professor Borrodaile."
Jordan brought Blunt's shirt, and began pulling it over his head. Harrison rushed to the horses and returned with a canteen. Blunt took a long pull at the canteen, and got up.
"If you're afraid to spar—" he began, but Clancy interrupted him.
"You've lost out, Blunt, and Merriwell has bought and paid for the information about Professor Borrodaile. Give it to him."